CHAPTER LXII

Hajji Baba hears an extraordinary sequel to his adventure in the bath,

and feels all the alarms of guilt.

Having equipped myself as a merchant, for I had long since determined to

abandon the character of a priest, considering how ill I had succeeded

in it, I sought out the conductor of a caravan, which was on its road

to Kermanshah, and bargained with him for the hire of a mule. He had a

spare one, that had run unloaded from Tehran, and which he let me have

for a trifle; and as I had no baggage but what I carried on my back, my

beast and I agreed very well together.

We reached our destination on the seventh day, and here I was obliged to

look out for a fresh conveyance. I was informed that none was likely to

offer under a month, because, owing to the Cûrdish robbers, who infested

the frontier, no caravan ventured on the road unless its numbers were

considerable, and it would take some time to collect them; but I was

told that a caravan of pilgrims and dead bodies had set off for Kerbelah

only the day before, and that, with a little exertion, I might easily

overtake them before they had reached the dangerous passes.

Constantly apprehensive of being discovered and detained, I did not

hesitate upon the course to adopt, and forthwith set off on foot. My

money was safely deposited in my girdle; and without any other baggage

than a good staff in my hand, I left Kermanshah, and proceeded on my

road.

On the evening of the third day, when nearly exhausted with fatigue,

my eyes were cheered by the sight of fires at a distance, the smoke

of which curled up over the brow of a hill; and approaching them,

I discovered cattle spread over the plain grazing, and thus was not

mistaken in supposing that the caravan was nigh at hand. As I advanced

towards the baggage, which was piled up in a hollow square, and where

I knew that I should find the conductor, I observed a small white

tent, pitched at some little distance, which indicated that pilgrims of

consequence were of the party; and, moreover, that women were amongst

them, for a _takhteravan_ (a litter) and a _kejaweh_ (panniers) were

seen near the tent.

I gave myself out for a pilgrim, and found the conductor very ready

to furnish me with a mule for my conveyance. I was anxious to pass

unnoticed, considering the predicament in which I stood; but still the

conscious dignity which the ninety-five pieces of gold in my girdle gave

me made it difficult for me to restrain that vanity of display so common

to all my countrymen.

Among the baggage, at a small distance from the square in which I was

seated, were several long and narrow packages sewn up in thick felts,

which were spread in pairs upon the ground, apparently having been

unloaded there from the backs of camels. I inquired what they might

be, for the sight of them was new to me, and was informed that they

contained dead bodies bound to Kerbelah.

‘It is evident you are a stranger,’ said the conductor, who appeared to

be as loquacious and mother-witted as those of his profession generally

are, ‘or otherwise you would have been better informed. We are carrying

rare things to Kerbelah!’

‘Yes,’ said I, ‘I am a stranger; I come from afar, and am like one

decended from the mountains. In God’s name, what are you carrying to

Kerbelah?’

‘What!’ answered he, ‘have you heard nothing of the extraordinary death

of the mollah bashi of Tehran; how he died in the bath; and how

his ghost was seen on horseback, and then in his harem; and how it

afterwards ran off with one of the chief executioner’s best horses?

Where have you been living all this while?’ added he, shaking both his

hands before him as he spoke, and shrugging up his shoulders.

Alarmed at what he had said, I pretended ignorance; and requested him to

satisfy my curiosity concerning the story in question, which he did in

a manner that, but for my being so deeply implicated in it, would have

afforded me much amusement.

‘You must know then,’ said the muleteer, ‘that what I am about to relate

is true, because I was on the spot in person, at the time it happened.

‘The chief priest having gone to the bath at the close of day, just

after the evening prayer, returned to his house surrounded by his

servants, and retired to bed for the night in the _khelwet_ of his

women’s apartments.

‘You need not be told that most of the public baths in Persia are open

to the women the first thing in the morning, to a certain hour in the

day, and are then appropriated to the men. The wife of the mollah bashi,

attended by her servants and slaves, the morning after her husband had

bathed, at the earliest sound of the cow horn, proceeded to the same

bath, and she and her suite were the first party who entered it on that

day. Out of respect to their mistress, none of her attendants ventured

to get into the reservoir of hot water before her. The cupola of the

bath was but very dimly lighted by the dawn; and the chief priest’s wife

was almost in utter darkness when she entered the water. Guess at her

horror, when scarcely having proceeded two steps, her extended hand fell

upon a large mass of floating flesh.

‘Her first impulse was to utter an amazing shriek; her second to tumble

headlong out as if she had been pursued, and straight to faint away.

‘The consternation which she produced amongst her women may easily be

conceived. One after the other, with the lamp in their hand, they

looked in, shrieked, and then ran back, not one among them having yet

discovered what was the object of their terror.

‘At length the old duenna taking courage, looked boldly into the

reservoir, and to her surprise she there found a dead man. More screams

and cries ensued, which having brought the chief priest’s wife to

her senses, caused her to join the inspecting party. Little could be

recognized of a floating corpse inflated with water, presenting various

odd surfaces to the eye, and giving but little clue to discovery. At

length the head and face appeared to view; and, as soon as the old

duenna had applied her lamp to it, one and all cried out, “O Ali! it is

the mollah bashi; it is the mollah bashi!”

‘The wife again fell into a trance; the slaves made their cries; in

short, there was that stir amongst them, that one would have thought

they had heard the “blast of consternation from the trumpets of the

resurrection.”

‘But amidst all the wailing, which by this time had attracted every

woman in the building, one of the slaves cried out, “But it cannot be

our Aga, for I saw him return from the bath, I made his bed, and I am

sure he was soon asleep. It is impossible he can be in bed and asleep,

and in the bath, drowned, at one and the same time. It must be somebody

else.”

‘This observation threw them all into greater consternation than ever,

because they immediately felt that what the slave had seen must have

been her master’s ghost. “See,” said the wife,--who had again come

to life,--pointing to the face of the corpse, “I am sure this was my

husband; there is the scratch I gave him but yesterday.” “And there,”

said one of her servants, “that is the place in his beard from which you

plucked a handful of hairs.”

‘These tender recollections threw the poor widow into a violent flood

of tears, which were only stopped by her slaves assuring her that the

mollah bashi was still alive. “How else could he have taken the lamp

from my hand?” said the slave--“how could he have shut the door? how

dismissed me? how snored?” So persuaded was she of the truth of what she

said, that she forthwith dressed herself, and volunteered to go to her

master’s bed-room, where no doubt she would find him asleep.

‘“But if he is there,” said one of the women, “then what can this be?”

(pointing to the corpse.)

‘“Why, this must be his ghost,” said another; “for surely no man can

possess two bodies,--one in which he lives, and the other by way of a

change.”

‘“No,” said a third in a waggish tone, “that would be quite new. He

might then make the same use of them as he would of a town and country

house.”

‘All this time (many additional bathers having poured in) whilst those

who were indifferent were speculating after this fashion, the chief

priest’s women were uttering loud and piercing shrieks, particularly

when the slave returned and informed them that no mollah bashi had she

found, and that he had left no trace behind except the print of his body

in the bed.

‘The story had now got abroad, the bath was surrounded by a crowd, who

pressed to gain admittance; and ere the women had had time to dress

themselves, the place was full of men. Such a scene of confusion as then

ensued had never before been witnessed in a public bath at Tehran. What

with the wailing and lamentations of the women of the chief priest--what

with the noise and cries of those who inveighed against the intrusion of

the men--the clamour was excessive.

‘At length the friends and relations of the deceased appeared, and, with

them, the washers of the dead, who immediately bore the corpse to the

place of ablution, where it was embalmed, and prepared for its journey

to Kerbelah, for thither it was judged expedient to send it for burial.

‘His widow at once avowed her intention of accompanying the body; and

my mules,’ added my informant, ‘were hired on the occasion. The tent you

see yonder is occupied by her and her slaves; and there,’ pointing to

the packages, ‘lies the carcass of her husband. The accompanying dead

bodies are the remains of those who, both at Tehran and on our road

hither, died about the time that this event took place, and are now sent

to Kerbelah to be buried in the suite and under the protection of one

who at the day of resurrection, it is hoped, may lend them a helping

hand into paradise.’

Here the conductor stopped, whilst I, who had been struck by the latter

part of his speech, became almost mute from fear. I felt that having

endeavoured to escape danger, I had fallen into its very mouth. Were

I to be recognized by the chief priest’s servants, some of whom I

had known intimately, their knowledge of my person would lead to my

discovery.

‘But what happened after the corpse was carried out of the bath?’ said

I, anxious to know whether the clothes which I had left in one of its

corners had been noticed.

‘By the head of Ali!’ said the man, ‘I do not very well recollect. This

I know, that many stories were in circulation; and every person had a

different one. Some said that the chief priest, after being drowned, was

seen in his anderûn and went to bed. Others that he appeared the next

morning at the chief executioner’s, and rode away with one of his best

horses. The chief executioner himself shows a note of his, sealed with

his seal, giving him permission to drink wine. In short, so many and so

contradictory were the reports, that no one knew what to believe. All

were puzzled to find out how he managed to get alive out of the bath

(for that is attested by his servants, and by the master of the bath),

and still remain in the reservoir. Difficulties continued to increase

as fast as people argued, until a discovery took place which threw a

marvellous light upon the subject. Some clothes were found in a dark

corner of the bath. They were torn and in bad case; but without much

difficulty they were known to have belonged to one Hajji Baba, a

drivelling priest, and an attendant upon that famous breeder of

disturbance, the mollah Nadân, the open and avowed enemy of the head of

the law. Then everybody exclaimed, “Hajji Baba is the murderer! without

doubt he is the murderer of the holy man, he must pay the price of

blood!” and all the city was in full search for Hajji Baba. Many said,

that Nadân was the culprit; in short, messengers have been sent all over

the country to seize them both, and carry them dead or alive to Tehran.

I only wish that my fate may be sufficiently on the ascent, to throw

either of them into my hands; such a prize would be worth my whole

mule-hire to Kerbelah.’

I leave every one to guess my feelings upon hearing this language; I

who was never famous for facing difficulties with courage, and who would

always rather as a preliminary to safety make use of the swiftness of my

heels, in preference to adopting any other measure. But here to retreat

was more dangerous than to proceed; for in a very short time I should be

in the territory of another government, until when I promised faithfully

to wrap myself up in the folds of my own counsel; and to continue my

road with all the wariness of one who is surrounded by imminent danger.

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